Nobu Tano Vs Eileen Sommers: First Day Of Summer

For the moment, Eileen's concerns seemed genuine. With her staunch posture and wide spread legs, she certainly wasn't about to release the boy as Nobu began to rise, nor did it become apparent she fully intended to grapple or strike her foe upon him gaining his feet. Simply, she held her posture as if to assert herself like a goddess offering mercy; the light behind her shining brightly and making Eileen seem to be a gift from the heavens. Especially given the light was simply highlighting those untamed curves.

Keeping Nobu's hand gripped as he found his feet, Eileen would slowly begin to raise their locked fingers just above both sets of shoulders. She'd do so with a very tame pace, her eyes and staunch lips trying to distract her foe as she did so by seemingly gazing into his soul, a feat made all the more intense given the two were close once more. She'd even briefly roll her eyes towards his lips, as if to suggest she somewhat offering a kiss in apology for the strike but a second ago.

As ever, hiding her true intentions.

That of twisting and bending Nobu's hand backwards as if the two were locked in a one armed test of strength, to literally force the man back to his knees and make him bow before her.

All in time, though.

Though only a few had been in AFW thus far, Nobu had been in a lot of matches and seen a lot of strange things… Hell, he’d been the reason for most of those in-ring oddities. But never had an opponent knocked him off his feet only to immediately then offer him assistance in getting back up. Part of that was likely because he had a habit of pissing his opponents off with his antics.

Whatever the case, this was just plain unusual, and Nobu had absolutely no idea how to react to it. He’d taken the hand and let it guide him back up, but was entirely unsure of what would await him once he got to his feet. Though he wasn’t exactly paying too much attention once he got there - he was a bit too busy being essentially hypnotized by Eileen’s beautiful eyes and lips. He didn’t even notice his hand being raised just out of his field of vision. Not until it was already too late, that is.

“Agh!” he grunted out when Eileen suddenly pushed, bent and twisted his hand around. Instinctively his body recoiled at the jolt of pain, causing him to start going back down without his foe even having to make much of an effort for it. By the time Nobu started trying to fight back, he had already lost the leverage he needed. He was a fit young man, but he was far from the strongest man on the roster. From here, he could only grunt and struggle for a few moments before his knees inevitably found the mat. With only a single hand, Eileen had Nobu kneeling before her, completely against his will.

The redhead didn't have to be the strongest woman in the world to position her foe in such a way, contrary to the way it looked. The hold was not so much a strength based one, but the manipulation of joints; a typical Eileen strategy. The redhead was not forcing Nobu down, but rather simply giving him an option.

Kneel, or have his fingers bent beyond a reasonable angle.

Eileen struggled to contain her smile as she held the man down, her free hand to her hip for a second to give the impression that such a move was of near enough no effort for her. She'd even turn to the crowd, giving a wink in the general direction of the cameras, before turning her attention back to Nobu.

"Shhhh...Shhhh.." Her free hand now finding it's way once more to Nobu's cheek, Eileen would literally stroke her victim as if it was a soothe. The redhead was more than aware of the fact Nobu could simply strike her with ease with that free arm, so opted to simply, give him a reason to reconsider such.

"You're just a little boy aren't you...trying to be a man..." Her tone soft, eyes closed a little as she gave a sultry gaze, Eileen's mind games were evidently in full sway already.

Nobu’s face was getting red as he was forced to kneel under the pressure of Eileen’s grip, and it wasn’t just from the strain he was having to put in just to avoid having his hand bent back. Everyone watching could see the display of sheer dominance she was putting on at Nobu’s expense, but no one could see and feel the extent of it better than Nobu himself. This woman was forcing him to kneel before her, and made it look like it was the easiest thing in the world!

“Rgh! Wh-what the..?!” Nobu exclaimed in disbelief, before he was distracted by Eileen’s soft tone, and the hand coming down to gently caress his cheek. And once again the boy was practically in a trance. The thought never even occurred to him to ball his right hand into a fist and let it fly. Hell, he might as well have forgotten he even had that hand at all.

“I-What? N-no, that’s not..!” he stammered as he started to protest, though he couldn’t even find the words to complete his thought. Between Eileen’s overwhelming beauty and her effortless domination over him with only a single hand, the boy’s mind was far too scrambled for him to even think straight.

First day on the job, and everything was going to plan. Eileen wouldn't admit it, but whilst she certainly was no weakling, she in no-way could overpower outright any figure besides a kawaii within the company. She had masked that well with clever joint manipulation; masking her lack of outright muscle extremely well. The crowd itself was fully behind the deceit the woman had put over them; fully believing that Nobu was bowing before Eileen through sheer strength alone.

Her free hand gave her more than enough to play with. She'd switch between placing it to her hip to exaggerate her figure, and baying to the crowd, who seemed fully behind the idea of a busty, hip-filled woman having the strength of an amazon. After a moment of relative torture at Nobu's expense, Eileen would finally put that hand to more...

Interesting use.

"You are aren't you..." Her voice turning to a sultry hum yet again. "Your just a boy playing man. And now...you've ran up against a woman..." Her hand briefly rustling the boys short locks, she would gently rub the head of her foe as she slipped her hand behind. It would soon become apparent to the crowd, and perhaps Nobu albeit much later, that Eileen was actually beginning to push the boys head between her curvaceous breasts.

The crowd was thoroughly enjoying Eileen’s elegant display of domination over him. And despite how embarrassing it was, Nobu was simply helpless to do anything but look up at his beautiful adversary and admire her perfection. He had no clue what to think, or what to do. The poor boy was just awkwardly stuck there, to be manipulated by Eileen however she saw fit.

Nobu was speechless as she spoke down to him, as if Eileen had placed him in some sort of trance, which was only broken once her hand ruffled his hair and slipped behind his head. He blushed as the gorgeous woman’s cleavage seemed to draw closer and closer by the second. And he quickly came to the realization that it seemed she was about to pull his face right in between her perfect breasts!

“Wh-whoa, wait, what’re you--?!” he stammered. His body tensed up, but beyond that he offered no real resistance. Yes, this was a wrestling match, and he was supposed to be trying to find a way to win it. But he couldn’t deny, this felt like a moment straight out of a perfect dream, and it was simply far too enticing. Eileen was perfectly free to grant or deny it to him as she pleased, though at the moment analyzing this issue with any level of logical thinking was hardly a priority for him...